XI:

THree ninety-nine and twenty
Our back trail dark had stained
With only eighty more to go
Through wind, and ice, and pain.

The dogs were thin, and working slow
Their eyes rolled bloody white
And we'd lost all sight of Rapparee
Gone ahead in that frozen night.

Our hearts were failing in the cold
And the icy went bit deep
But a power moved us to mush on
For the vow we had to keep.

So we plunged along that pitch-black trail
Toward the frozen edge of day
And the thrumming thought in all our minds
Was "MUSH!!! For the next of Kay!"